Procrastination ~ yep that is what I do on a daily basis. Hmmm, like this blog that I haven’t updated in almost two months. That will keep the folks coming back for more, huh. Well, here is a crazy story for ya…

The Grim Reaper visits the Fern Bank in Dtown, yet he is subdued until another day. The man whose name I'll just call “lucky”, was just that - “LUCKY”. It happen the week before last out in the backyard bar, at the Fern Bank. Well, lucky had been drinking a little bit and had brought something to smoke. A total of two green ones was burned down and a bowl of Athens’ finest (provided by myself). Lucky had sat down in a chair and I went back inside to continue working. About twenty minutes later one of the cooks came bustin’ through the door shouting, “CALL 911!!” Lucky had just sat down and stopped breathing. I ran out back to see what had happen. I saw Lucky’s girl holding his head saying “wake up, wake up” while shaking his head left and right. I told them to check for a pulse and when she let go of his head and tried undoing his shirt… Wow! His head fell over with his eyes and mouth half open – looking blue; no shit! Lucky did not look too damn lucky at the time. He was dead! A waitress had run to a table of doctors and grabbed one of them by the arm. Dr. Ready quickly checked for a pulse and then asked for a glass of cold water. I ran inside for the water and returned in a rushing panic to get back. By this time, a couple of cops responded to the call, while the ambulance was in route. I had come back inside by then, to prevent over-crowding. Within a minute the paramedics where busting through the back doors. They had to shock him back to life before leaving. The crazy thing is that Lucky went to work the next day and came up to the Bank again. Not only that, the doctors had no prognosis for what had happen. Is that crazy or what!?

There’s some sauce for your burrito!